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Published: 2009-02-18 16:44:20 +0000 UTC; Views: 275; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 2
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Have you ever walked into a house with seemingly useless, excessive amounts of stuff almost pouring out of the windows? For a second you might miscalculate their accumulation of "things" as a sign of considerable wealth-like the obnoxious child of a movie star who already has more cars to his name than years. At a second glance, however, you realize none of this overflow of items is really "worth" anything...except to the one person who thinks it is worth everything...This is how I feel about my time spent with you. I am an emotional pack-ratter, drowning in a million memories of us. IN the files and folders of my memory, one will find endless photos of silly faces, whispered secrets, warm embraces, and even pointless bickering. These "things"...I can't seem to let them go. My mind tells me it can barely contain all of the remembrances that I hold so dear, but my heart eagerly forces room for more.
Maybe I am scared-scared that if I were to forget even the smallest moments, or the most minute details, time would fold back into itself and erase those precious realities.
So you see, for the sake of us, I can't let go. To an outsider looking in the time I helped you clean up the mess in the kitchen, or told you how ridiculous your new, self-given haircut is, may seem to be worth nothing...but to me, it is worth everything.